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qdox-brainiac5 replied to your post “9, 16, 52”
I hesitate to say you’ll have little problem convincing him to do so. *blush*
… *sheepish cough, blushes as well* Oh, is that so…?
It is. *Nervously bites lip* He's terrible at it though...you might have to offer up a bit of tutelage. You might even be forced into The Talk.
*shy kiss* Congratulations on the day of your birth. *awkward*
"…!" Lyle blinks, surprised. Then a silly smile tugs at one corner of his lips. "Aw, thanks, Brainy!" He says as the small grin turns into a full, almost goofy one and he shifts his weight is a pleased little rocking motion.
Querl runs nervous fingers through his hair and swallows hard, the sight of Lyle's smile making his heart beat unnaturally fast.
"I realize I've neglected all your previous days of birth," he continues, taking a step forward into Lyle's personal space while glancing up through his bangs. "But perhaps we can make up for lost time?"
onlyoccasionallyvisible
By the Terran calender, it is the day of your birth. You shall have to inform me as to what present you would desire.
After almost a whole year, I would like to celebrate the fact that onlyoccasionallyvisible and I have finished our longest running plotline. XD!! For serious, I think the thing might be 100k+ words. Would anyone like to see it put on AO3 as a fanfic?
Lyle blinks at the other boy, momentarily distracted. Because in spite of their adamant kissing a moment ago, having this proximity to his long time flame is enough to throw his focus off kilter. Eventually, he grins reassuringly, raising his free hand to clasp Brainy’s shoulder, hesitating only momentarily and squeezing gently when he does. It will take a while to untrain his body from refraining from too familiar gestures.
"I’ll do my best." He says gently. It’s as close to a promise Brainy will get. Lyle’s hand on the other boy’s shoulder flexes again. Remembering how the Coluan had been in such pain. How Lyle in turn had slipped up and nearly gotten both of them killed. If their experience on the desert planet was any indication, he needed to train even harder and be better prepared. But there was little either of them could do about it now. If the droop in Brainy’s eyes was any indication, they both needed far more rest before anything else could be considered. "Uhm. You want to sleep?" Lyle asked softly, embarrassed for no reason in particular.
“See that you do,” Querl whispers, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly, making him seem outwardly confident. Inwardly though? Inside he feels as though his internal organs are out of place, like he’s a gelatinous mess, his whole body tingling in waves from the place where Lyle is touching him. It’s such a strange sensation, this budding protectivness, this growing connection; he’s really never felt anything quite like it.
But it definitely warrants further investigation…later.
For now?
“Metron, yes,” he agrees to Lyle’s shy suggestion of sleep, scooting in just a few inches closer. He can feel the other boy’s body heat this way, can hear the way his breath draws in and out, steady and alive. Brainiac would have never thought such an insignificant thing could bring such comfort, that the presence of another could produce such high levels of dopamine. Then again, he’d really never had any exposure to it, never had an opportunity to find out.
“I feel as though I could sleep for a week.”
It takes him a long moment to fully close his eyes, to get over the somewhat strange sensation of Lyle being in such close proximity. In all his life Brainiac has never fallen asleep so near another, doesn’t exactly know how to go about it. What if he rolls over in his slumber and strikes Lyle unintentionally? What if he accidentally smothers him? Still, surely the other Legionnaire would voice his concerns if he had any; he seems perfectly content (despite looking a little embarrassed) with Querl still gripping his arm like some kind of stuffed toy.
Taking one last deep breath, Querl exhales and imagines his concerns going out with it, allowing his body to grow heavy. Utterly peaceful. And in the briefest moment before sleep sucks him under, Brainiac 5 can’t help but think that if this is what he’s been missing out on than perhaps he should apologize to Apparition for how often he’d made fun of her and Ultra Boy in the past.
Because Lyle Norg is utterly addicting.
FIN!
Grandparent issues // Brainy and Indigo
There were very few things that Indigo would legitimately say that she was scared of. She had been a soldier for Colu, at the forefront of their armies, her nightmares still showed her hands caked with the bodily fluids of who knew how many species.
Actually, she did know.
that was scary.
The only thing that was scarier was when she would try to think of what some of her predecessors would think of her. Would they say she was only a duplicitous monster? The good one might. The rest would consider her a true scion of Brainiac.
She scratched at her forehead, where the scared remains of a Brainiac symbol were still present, hidden under her bangs. Brainiac 5…. what would he think of her… Perhaps she’d never find out.
brainiac8indigo
It is the way she moves.
To the untrained, averagely intelligent eye, she appears to be little more than a normal humanoid. However, to Brainiac 5, she is immediately more. No species in the known galaxy has that color skintone, and while aesthetic skin modification could explain it, Querl does not believe that to be the case. While she is clearly Coluan, she moves like one who is not quite comfortable in their own body, as though something is just slightly off-kilter, as though each touch is new or unfamilar.
He remembers feeling similarly when he was returned from the anomaly; it had been like being remolded and forced to relearn how to move and react to the world around him.
She turns a sharp corner towards the bio-domes and Querl follows after her, picking up his pace to catch up more quickly so that they will essentially be alone. Subterfuge is Lyle’s stock and trade, so Querl decides to dispense with the formalities and deal with the situation in what he hopes turns out to be a logical manner.
“Did they send you?” he calls to her down the hallway, fists clenching at his sides to hide his rising nerves. “I knew they were furious after Computo, but I didn’t think they’d be idiotic enough to send someone after me.”
Swallowing, he levels her back with a steady gaze. “Is it not enough to ostracize me from the homeworld? Are you here to charge me with some crime? Dispatch me, somehow?”
“I will not go quietly.”
“Sprock everyone!" Lyle says before Brainy can even finish speaking, their words blending together in the tiny room. He leans forward for emphasis into the small distance that had been made as they drew back from the kiss. Immediately, Lyle feels his tongue swell at the other’s expression, extending into the quiet, and balks openly at his own forwardness.
Too loud. Too passionate. Too much for something so new. He should know better. The Terran blinks rapidly, trying so very hard to not let his gaze drop in sheepishness, but eventually, he loses the fight, dropping his head against the pillowing mattress under them and scowling down at it. Away from those green eyes. His ears feel hot. Could Brainy feel it? His hand is still lingering there, where he touched, barely brushing Lyle’s hair. There’s a dry patch in his throat that he clears awkwardly. “What would they know, anyways?” An outright pout is palpable in his tone. “Not about you.” He curls up his shoulders defensively. Mutters. “Not about me.” How could anyone who protested understand, anyways? This was once in a lifetime! A once in a million chance. Brainiac 5 wanted him. Him! He was the exact opposite of Brainy’s consistent type. Statistically it made no sense. He wasn’t female. He wasn’t blond or strong, with lovely hips or delicate, inviting features. But despite all of that, despite all the data convincing with quite positivity this day would never come, here he was; Lyle Norg, tangled in sheets with his best friend. His heart racing with anxious disbelief. An anomaly. A brilliant, beautiful, heart-breaking anomaly. Couldn’t they see? Sprock anyone who couldn’t.
"But… if you’re really concerned. About me. You know… not being sure. Don’t be." Lyle finally glanced up, through his damp bangs. "Might have made things a bit easier on me if I could be argued out of it. But… I can’t. Sorry.” If years of longing, trying to nitpick every flaw, every rhyme or reason to let these feelings fade, it was hard to believe anything could.
“Sprock everyone!"
Legion World is full of teenagers, and that being the case Brainiac has come to expect a goodly bit of youthful fervor from time to time. Lyle Norg is no exception. In spite of the fact that he’s a scientist and supposedly more logically inclined, the Terran has always seemed to lead with his emotions. Querl has been secretly jealous of that; any time he’s allowed himself to become affected it has nearly always backfired, while Lyle, on the other hand, follows his instincts to success in 94.3% of all the cases Brainiac has studied.
He keeps files about the things he’s interested in.
So, that being said, it stands to reason that Lyle directing his (not insubstantial) effort towards Querl could potentially turn out well. It was quite probable, even in the face of Brainiac’s emotional immaturity. Lyle’s clearly thought it through numerous times if his words are anything to go by…
The other boy’s ears are slightly warm against Querl’s fingertips, and the feel of it makes the corners of his mouth turn up in a way that is unfamiliar. Affectionate. Sweet. Leaning in slightly to confirm the sensory input, Querl chuckles when he sees the slight blush staining Lyle’s half-hidden cheeks, reaching in with a trembling hand to trail the pad of his thumb from the corner of the earthling’s eye to the top of his jawline.
“Do not apologize,” Querl says, lowering his voice to match the mood as he awkwardly takes Lyle’s arm hostage in both of his own. “I’m not such a fool as to try and dissuade you from...caring for me.”
He is a twelfth level intelligence, afterall.
What a strange pair they make; the amiable, affectionate Terran and the socially awkward, abrasive Coluan. There isn’t a sentient alive who would have seen this coming including himself, and he has no doubt that there will be some raised eyebrows. Still, it feels strangely “right” to draw Lyle a little bit closer, angling in so that their foreheads brush together, so that their breath mingles. He nearly wishes they would have done this sooner, though perhaps it was necessary to get their strange rivalry out of their systems before romance could transpire.
It doesn’t really matter; Querl’s interest in time travel isn’t what it used to be, anyway.
A soft squeeze to Lyle’s forearm; his eyelids grow heavy. “I am glad you are alive, Lyle Norg. You are not permitted to terrorize me in that matter ever again. Understood?”
You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed. Worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air. You are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. You are beautiful and wonderful, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. If you ever feel like you are unloved, think again, because I will always love you.
"Oh… Uhm, wow. I. Thank you? I was not expecting anything like this…"
"You didn’t see why they would what? Want to send you love letters? You do you realize that you’re—"
"Anyway…I…yes. I am. Should you…desire that sort of…yes. How do you feel about iambic pentameter?"
“The iamb—NO… No. I mean. You don’t have to do that, Brainy, don’t worry about it!”
"Honestly, it’s just the fact that you would… Well… Heh, that’s sweet, y’know?”
*blushes* Is it? Well, I believe you are...worthy of such things. And as I am the most intelligent sentient in the galaxy, you should accept my analysis as fact. That's logical.
You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed. Worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air. You are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. You are beautiful and wonderful, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. If you ever feel like you are unloved, think again, because I will always love you.
"Oh… Uhm, wow. I. Thank you? I was not expecting anything like this…"
"…Well, not daily, grife!”
"…Okay, yeah, I’ve received some before, but they were mostly when I was a part of Black Hole. I mean, we were a bunch of kids. Hormones were running high, right? I didn’t take them too seriously ‘cause I didn’t see why they would— I’m sure at least one or two were meant for Jacques instead of me.”
"…Are you offering to send me love letters on a daily basis?”
"You didn't see why they would what? Want to send you love letters? You do you realize that you're--"
"Anyway...I...yes. I am. Should you...desire that sort of...yes. How do you feel about iambic pentameter?"
We’ll just find some that you do like!
Um… MaybenotthepartwhereIshoveditinhismouth. But he liked the cotton candy!
I thought as much.
Still, the idea is not without merit. I haven't had much opportunity to sample Earth food, but I suppose you're welcome to try.
Yourlifemustbedepressingwithoutcandy.
Lyle likes candy! If he won’t eat it just shove it in his mouth! I did that with cotton candy and he liked it!
I would hardly consider my not liking candy to be a detriment to my life, XS. Coluan taste buds are not accustomed to Earth glucose.
And that sounds...violent. Are you certain he enjoyed it?
I’m a bit unsure as to why confectionery items would be in any way appropriate. Is this a Terran ritual I’m unfamiliar with?
It’s perfectly normal!
And it’s candy. Everyonelovescandy!
The law of averages demands that not everyone loves candy. I do not love candy. What if I procure him sugared goods and he does not like them?
iwasntbornrunning replied to your post
Whatever you do, don’t forget to buy them candy too!
I'm a bit unsure as to why confectionery items would be in any way appropriate. Is this a Terran ritual I'm unfamiliar with?
